His chance of life had been infinitesimal, and his deathwas not necessarily due to the drug, but Samuel Clemens, unsparing in hisself-blame, all his days carried the burden of it. It had to do with the Quaker Citytrip, perhaps, and it seems to have brought a financial return which waswelcome enough. I knew he was on the road to recovery when he gravely asked Evelyn to read from a manual on the maintenance and repair of motorcars. Evelyn looked a little shocked.
It was late in the summer of1854 when he finally set out on his return to the West. I hoped to get more specific information from him, about the timing and method, but all the bas-er-fellow did was sit glowering at me and fingering his knife. I cannot believe the British bureaucracy would employ a man without investigating every detail of his past life-including his name. Without haste, but with a tighter grip than was strictly necessary, Ramses helped me into the cab.
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